Devil's Promise
A/N: Okay, watch me go and break away from safe, predictable time travel phics. I'm trying to do something more original, so help me out by reviewing!
Angels Deserve to Die
Erik was sore. He was cold. But most of all, he was tired. Tired of living in a world that had the entire deck stacked against him. Tired of dreams that would plague him at night, but never leant any hope during the day. Tired of hopes that lay rotting in the bottom of his heart. Tired of blocking an unjust god. Tired of the burnt out end of his life.
He couldn't keep moving. He had lost his momentum and his music when Christine had left, and now all he wanted to do was die. So he stood, knife in hand, waiting for the final bit of courage to end it.
But he couldn't. As he collapsed onto his chair, Erik finally realized that even at failure he would fail. Now all that was left was the pain.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling of skirts behind him. He was to his feet with lasso in hand in an instant, clinging to the shadows. A young woman no older than twenty walked into his underground home, shining through the dark like a beacon. Her skin was pale but seemed to glow in contrast with the dark brown eyes encircled with heavy lashes. Golden curls fell neatly out of the bun in her hair to just brush the satin sheen of the gold and white dress she wore.
She was absolutely beautiful, Erik recognized, but a little bit unearthly at the same time. She shone just a little too much. Her dress and hair, despite what must have been a long and dirty trip down, were completely immaculate. Her figure was too perfect, her lips too pink, and her hair too golden. Something was wrong.
"Hello, monsieur. I was wondering if you could tell me something," she cooed in an angelically clear tone. An alto, Erik noted subconsciously, but possibly just as annoying as any soprano Prima Donna.
"Are you an angel? For if you are, I have no use for you," he asked completely emotionlessly. Her already large eyes widened even further.
He was expecting an offer of redemption, or even hope. He was expecting to have to break the little things dreams of helping him. What he was not expecting was what he received.
"Of course not, silly Erik," she giggled, "I'm the devil!"
A/N: Okay, so how is it? Please tell me, I definitely need to know!